Bleak House (2005) s01e06 Episode Script
Episode 6
Please to wait in here, Sergeant.
I'll tell Mr Tulkinghorn that you're here.
Hello, George.
Oh.
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you're here before me, are you? Pretty close, are you, with the great man? We've done a bit of business, George, we're pretty familiar.
Look out, here he comes.
Sergeant George.
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Thank you for coming.
I believe Mr Smallweed has told you that I'm interested in a certain Captain Hawdon.
The Captain's dead, sir.
Possibly.
Then again, possibly not.
Now, you served under Captain Hawdon at one time, and were his attendant in illness, and were rather in his confidence, is that so? Yes, sir, that is so.
So, you may have, in your possession, letters, accounts, instructions in Captain Hawdon's writing? If I had, sir, what is that to you? I wish to purchase them.
And may I ask why, sir? No, you may not.
And if you were a man of business, you would know better than to ask such a question.
But if you are afraid of doing injury to Captain Hawdon, you may set your mind at rest about that.
Aye.
He is dead.
So you say.
Now, assuming that you have letters in the Captain's handwriting, what will you take for them? I'd rather have nothing to do with it, sir, if you'll excuse me.
Oh! If I did have letters, they would be private and personal, sir, between him and me, and not to be bought and sold.
Admirable sentiments.
Sergeant George, is it true that you gave shelter to the man, Gridley? It is, sir, and I don't regret it.
A threatening, murderous, dangerous fellow? I don't care for your associates, Sergeant George.
And I don't much care for yours, sir, if it comes to that.
Sergeant George is in debt, is he not, Mr Smallweed? He is indeed.
Right up to his throat he is.
And the debt could be called in at any moment? Quick as lightning, if my friend in the City gave the nod, Mr Tulkinghorn.
And then Sergeant George, and any dependent on him, would be ruined? Would you care to reconsider, Sergeant George? Change your mind? There would be no shame in it.
No, sir, I would not.
Handsome carriage.
Built to go far and fast, I'd say.
Who the devil is it? I wasn't aware we were expecting visitors.
If you please, Sir Leicester? Yes? I believe it's Mr Rouncewell's carriage.
Ah.
Yes, of course.
Mrs Rouncewell's son.
Mmm.
What would one call him? A self-made man, I suppose.
Treats himself pretty well, I must say.
No doubt he can afford to.
One understands he owns a number of factories.
Hmm, extraordinary.
Mr Tulkinghorn informs me he has been invited to go into Parliament.
My housekeeper's son, invited to go into Parliament.
She had another son, I understand.
He turned out very badly, if that is of any comfort to you.
Ran away to the wars and so forth.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
But this one, the Ironmaster, has written to me and asked for an interview with the two of us.
But I'm confounded if I know what the fellow could possibly want from us.
Mr Rouncewell, m'lady.
Sir Leicester.
Lady Dedlock.
It is very good of you to see me.
We would always wish to oblige Mrs Rouncewell's son, sir.
Please sit down.
Thank you.
I will be very brief.
Lady Dedlock has been so kind as to take the young woman we have just seen into her service.
Rosa Cartwright.
Exactly.
My son has fallen in love with Miss Cartwright, and asked my consent to his proposing marriage to her.
I am not, at present, inclined to oppose their engagement if the young woman is willing to engage herself.
But I would have to make it a condition of my consent that she did not remain at Chesney Wold.
Not remain at Chesney Wold? I don't understand you, sir.
Mr Rouncewell, pray explain what you mean.
Willingly, Lady Dedlock.
My wife and I were plainly brought up, but we have risen in the world and we have been able to educate our son and his sisters well.
Very well.
Now, unequal marriages are not so rare in our world.
The son of a factory owner may fall in love with a young woman who works in that factory.
Mr Rouncewell, do you draw a parallel between Chesney Wold and a factory? I agree the places are different, but I think the parallel may be justly drawn.
Are you aware, sir, that this young woman, whom my Lady, my Lady, has placed near her person, was educated here? Was brought up at the village school just outside the very gates of this house? And brought up very well, I'm sure, as far as that goes.
Mr Rouncewell.
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My Lady, permit me one moment.
Mr Rouncewell, our views on duty, and our views on station, and our views on education, in short, all our views are so diametrically opposed that to prolong this discussion would be repellent to your feelings and would be repellent to mine.
This young woman is honoured with my Lady's notice and favour, but if she wishes to withdraw, she is at liberty to do so.
We are obliged to you for the plainness with which you have spoken.
Now let us leave the subject.
Sir Leicester, Lady Dedlock.
I thank you for your attention.
I shall very strongly recommend my son to conquer his present inclinations.
Good day.
He's an obstinate fellow that Sergeant George.
Obstinate? He's a veritable brimstone beast.
I'd like to tear his head off.
I'd like to smash him to pieces.
You try to do the man a favour, he spits in your eye.
His position is vulnerable.
I'll call in his debts.
I'll lay possession on his shooting gallery.
I'll have him in the debtors' prison.
Not yet, I think.
Watch and wait, Mr Smallweed.
That's what I've learnt at law, and it's served me well.
Mr George may yet see reason.
Let him reflect a while.
He owes me money! I'd like to squeeze it out of him like blood out of an orange.
And I would if I had the strength.
He has the strength and the passion, I believe.
Is he a man of violence, Smallweed? Man of violence? It's his profession, Mr Tulkinghorn.
He's a past master in it.
Then let's not put it to the test, not yet.
I believe I've been put in a hard spot, Phil.
Those two, they could break me, between 'em.
Not them.
Ain't no-one could break you, guv'nor.
They could put me on the street, and they're hard enough to do it.
And if I was on the street, so would you be, Phil.
Been on the street before, guv'nor.
You don't wanna go back there.
I don't wanna put you back there.
If I were just to do what they say.
But it's a matter of honour, Phil.
This old place, it's all we know, ain't it? And it's all we've got in the world.
That's about it, guv'nor.
I won't see you on the street, Phil.
I made you a promise a long time ago, and I'll never go back on it.
They've put me in a hard place.
A very hard place.
I'll make you out one day, I will.
DOOR OPENS Who's that? It's me, Mr Krook.
It's Guppy, at your service.
Kenge and Carboys? The very same.
You can put that away, Mr Krook.
What d'you think I've got here? The two and sixpenny.
You're half pickled already, ain't you? Well, let's make a proper job of it.
Take drop y'self? Er, not on this occasion, Mr Krook.
Bit rich for my blood.
Barbary.
That's what you're after.
Here.
Miss Barbary.
Mr Krook.
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I don't believe it.
Miss Barbary was the lady who brought up Miss Esther Summerson.
Ah! Not that one.
That one Lady Dedlock now.
Must be another one.
Well, they must be related.
Mr Krook, you see what I'm saying here? Miss Esther Summerson, my angel, Mr Krook, may be related to Lady Dedlock herself, however distant, and thus might have a claim in Jarndyce and Jarndyce.
This two and sixpenny - first class.
You should try it, young man from Kenge 'n' Carboys.
Ever hear the name of Hawdon, Mr Krook? Hawdon? I have.
What's it gotta do with? It's just I heard the other day Miss Esther Summerson.
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Your angel.
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was previously known as Esther Hawdon.
Hawdon? Here, I could show you a thing.
Look here.
These belonged to my lodger, Nemo.
Captain Hawdon - he really was.
Ah, eh.
Don't touch.
What think, eh? Worth? A lot? I keep 'em all.
I keep 'em all.
Hawdon.
Yeah, but smell.
Smells of ladies.
Love letters.
No.
Not look, smell.
You're a close one, Mr Krook.
Come to me, child.
Come here.
Tell me the truth.
Are you in love, Rosa? Oh, m'lady.
Is it Mr Rouncewell's son? Yes.
But I don't know that I'm in love with him.
Yet.
Yet? I did think that he liked me.
Forgive me, m'lady.
I'm not angry with you, Rosa.
You know I like to have you near me.
Thank you, m'lady.
You would not want to leave me so soon, would you? Even for a lover? Oh, no, m'lady.
Good.
Now, I have been thinking of spending some time in our London house.
Should you like to come with us? Oh, yes, m'lady.
Then you shall.
Miss Esther Summerson.
Esther Hawdon.
Nemo, the law-writer.
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known as Captain Hawdon.
First Miss Barbary.
Second Miss Barbary.
Lady Dedlock.
DOOR CLOSES My dear.
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Lady Dedlock.
Oh.
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bother! Richard likes his fellow officers very much, he says.
There is a good deal of gaming, in which he does not join.
Perhaps life will be the making of him.
If you please, sir - Mrs Woodcourt.
Mrs Woodcourt? (Perhaps she has some news.
) Mr Jarndyce, you must think this is very strange, but I will tell you how it is.
My son Allan particularly wished to be remembered to you all.
Of course, Mr Woodcourt, the physician.
As I was in the neighbourhood, I thought I'd come and introduce myself.
An excellent thought.
Delighted to make your acquaintance.
These young ladies, I suppose, are Miss Ada Clare and Miss Esther Summerson.
Which is which, may I ask? This is Miss Clare and this is Miss Summerson.
Miss Clare .
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Miss Summerson.
Yes, I see.
Well, very nice.
Miss Summerson, I don't suppose you will have heard of Morgan ap-Kerrig? No, Mrs Woodcourt.
I'm sorry, but I haven't.
A very great hero of our country.
He's mentioned in the Mabinogion.
And we are descended in the direct line.
My son, Allan, wherever he goes, he will always remember his pedigree.
There's a lot of young ladies all over the world who would dearly love to catch a husband who was descended from the line of Morgan ap-Kerrig.
Catch him with money, you know.
But he won't be caught, not with money or beauty, or anything else, because birth must always be the first consideration.
Is he well, Mrs Woodcourt? And in good spirits? Very well, thank you.
Sea-sickness has never troubled the seed of Morgan ap-Kerrig.
Might I ask, Miss Summerson, what your family was? I never knew my mother or my father, Mrs Woodcourt.
No? Well.
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I dare say there's a good deal of that goes on.
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in England.
COUGHING COUGHING CONTINUES Jo, is that you? Jenny? Oh, Jo, you're not right.
Just catch my breath.
All right in a tick.
You'll not be right here, Jo.
None of us will.
The fever's everywhere.
I'm going back to the country.
We'll set off tomorrow morning, first thing.
A bit of country air, Jo.
That'll see you right.
'The boy's harmless enough, in my view, Mr.
Tulkinghorn.
' In himself, perhaps, but he knows things that he should not know.
There is a danger that he might talk to people.
The reputation of a great family's at stake here, Inspector.
Can't arrest him for knowing too much, Mr Tulkinghorn.
Well, of course not.
But you could keep an eye on him, perhaps, as a favour to me.
Make sure he keeps with his own kind, out of harm's way.
That's all I mean.
Well, I think that could be arranged, Mr Tulkinghorn.
I am obliged to you, Mr Bucket.
Letter for Guppy.
Letter for Guppy.
Give it 'ere.
"Private and Confidential.
" Ain't we the swell? Ow! What is it, Guppy? Never you mind.
Out of it.
'Ere y'are, sharp! Miss, it's so good of you to come.
I came as soon as I heard.
Is this the poor boy? No.
He looks fevered.
No, no, don't let her take me.
Come on, Jo.
Don't mind him, ma'am, he'll soon come back to his 'ead.
Don't let her come near.
She won't hurt you, Jo.
Let's get you in a chair.
Come on.
You're all mixed up, cos you've got fever.
We should take him home with us, where he can be cared for, Charley.
Will you come with us, Jo? You're not the other lady.
No, I see now.
She was very like, but not so young.
Tradesmen round the back.
Ah, Mr Guppy of Kenge and Carboys, to see Lady Dedlock on a matter of private business.
Step inside, sir.
My dear Lady Dedlock.
Lady Dedlock.
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My Lady.
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Oh! Mr Guppy? Of Kenge and Carboys, m'lady.
But acting, in this instance, on his own initiative.
Will you sit down, Mr Guppy? Oh, thank you, m'lady.
If you'll excuse me, I find it more natural to be on my legs on such an occasion.
All right, Mr Guppy.
Say what you have to say, if you please.
With Your Ladyship's permission, then.
Er, I'm not aware whether Your Ladyship ever happened to hear of, or to see, a young lady by the name of Miss Esther Summerson? I saw a young lady of that name not long ago.
Miss Esther Summerson.
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is my angel.
I have vowed to do everything in my power to advance her interest.
Now, there is a mystery about her birth.
If I could make any connection with Your Ladyship's family, then she might have a right to be a party in Jarndyce and Jarndyce.
And if I could establish that, she might look upon my proposals with more favour than she has exactly done as yet.
I see.
Go on.
Er, I have, um, met the former servant of the lady who brought up Miss Esther Summerson.
Her mistress was a Miss Barbary.
And Miss Barbary being your maiden name, I imagined there might be some connection with Your Ladyship's family.
Possibly, yes.
Very good.
Er, now.
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this Miss Barbary was very close, but on one occasion she seems to have confided in my client, and on this occasion she volunteered that the little girl's real name was not Esther Summerson but Esther Hawdon.
Oh, my God.
Er, Your Ladyship is acquainted with the name of Hawdon? I have heard it.
Now, I come to the last point in the case, as far as I have got it up.
There was a law writer, known as Nemo, who died not long ago in the house of a man named Krook.
Now I have discovered, very lately, that this law-writer's real name was Hawdon.
It was supposed, Your Ladyship, that he left nothing behind him which to identify him.
But he did.
He left behind him a bundle of letters, tied up with a ribbon.
Who has them? The man called Krook, Your Ladyship.
But.
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I'm pretty sure I could get hold of them and bring them to Your Ladyship, in strict confidence, if Your Ladyship wishes me to.
Your Ladyship is not very encouraging, upon my honour.
You may bring them, if you please.
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Mr Guppy.
Say no more, m'lady.
It shall be done.
I wish Your Ladyship good day.
Mmm.
She lived.
This is a sorrowful case.
What do you say, Harold? You had better turn him out.
Turn him out? Be cross with me, if I deserve it, but I have a constitutional objection to this kind of thing, you know.
I always did when I was a medical man.
He's, er.
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he's not safe, you know.
There's a very bad sort of fever about him.
What is he to do, then? Well, upon my life.
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I've not the least idea.
I am but a child, you know? Yes, and I believe there's not such another child on earth as yourself.
There's a bed in the loft room.
He can sleep there tonight.
Tomorrow we can arrange for him to be taken into a fever hospital.
Very unwise.
You can't recommend anything for the boy, I suppose? ! My dear Jarndyce.
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I observed a bottle of cooling medicine in his pocket.
It's impossible for him to do better than to take it.
Tell them to sprinkle some vinegar about the place where he sleeps to keep it moderately cool and him moderately warm.
But it is my considered opinion that you are very unwise in giving him house room at all.
Thank you.
All right there, Jo.
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Let's see what we can do for you.
All right.
Thank you, Miss.
You're very good to me.
I'm sorry I thought you were the other lady.
Never mind, Jo.
You sleep now.
Better tomorrow.
Thank you, Charley.
You get to bed yourself now, Miss.
We've got him nicely settled.
Miss.
Miss.
Oh, Miss.
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What? What is it, Charley? ! Oh, no, he's not.
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No, Miss.
What, then? He's gone.
Gone? Gone clean off.
He's not there.
I've looked all over.
He's gone.
I'll tell Mr Tulkinghorn that you're here.
Hello, George.
Oh.
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you're here before me, are you? Pretty close, are you, with the great man? We've done a bit of business, George, we're pretty familiar.
Look out, here he comes.
Sergeant George.
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Thank you for coming.
I believe Mr Smallweed has told you that I'm interested in a certain Captain Hawdon.
The Captain's dead, sir.
Possibly.
Then again, possibly not.
Now, you served under Captain Hawdon at one time, and were his attendant in illness, and were rather in his confidence, is that so? Yes, sir, that is so.
So, you may have, in your possession, letters, accounts, instructions in Captain Hawdon's writing? If I had, sir, what is that to you? I wish to purchase them.
And may I ask why, sir? No, you may not.
And if you were a man of business, you would know better than to ask such a question.
But if you are afraid of doing injury to Captain Hawdon, you may set your mind at rest about that.
Aye.
He is dead.
So you say.
Now, assuming that you have letters in the Captain's handwriting, what will you take for them? I'd rather have nothing to do with it, sir, if you'll excuse me.
Oh! If I did have letters, they would be private and personal, sir, between him and me, and not to be bought and sold.
Admirable sentiments.
Sergeant George, is it true that you gave shelter to the man, Gridley? It is, sir, and I don't regret it.
A threatening, murderous, dangerous fellow? I don't care for your associates, Sergeant George.
And I don't much care for yours, sir, if it comes to that.
Sergeant George is in debt, is he not, Mr Smallweed? He is indeed.
Right up to his throat he is.
And the debt could be called in at any moment? Quick as lightning, if my friend in the City gave the nod, Mr Tulkinghorn.
And then Sergeant George, and any dependent on him, would be ruined? Would you care to reconsider, Sergeant George? Change your mind? There would be no shame in it.
No, sir, I would not.
Handsome carriage.
Built to go far and fast, I'd say.
Who the devil is it? I wasn't aware we were expecting visitors.
If you please, Sir Leicester? Yes? I believe it's Mr Rouncewell's carriage.
Ah.
Yes, of course.
Mrs Rouncewell's son.
Mmm.
What would one call him? A self-made man, I suppose.
Treats himself pretty well, I must say.
No doubt he can afford to.
One understands he owns a number of factories.
Hmm, extraordinary.
Mr Tulkinghorn informs me he has been invited to go into Parliament.
My housekeeper's son, invited to go into Parliament.
She had another son, I understand.
He turned out very badly, if that is of any comfort to you.
Ran away to the wars and so forth.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
But this one, the Ironmaster, has written to me and asked for an interview with the two of us.
But I'm confounded if I know what the fellow could possibly want from us.
Mr Rouncewell, m'lady.
Sir Leicester.
Lady Dedlock.
It is very good of you to see me.
We would always wish to oblige Mrs Rouncewell's son, sir.
Please sit down.
Thank you.
I will be very brief.
Lady Dedlock has been so kind as to take the young woman we have just seen into her service.
Rosa Cartwright.
Exactly.
My son has fallen in love with Miss Cartwright, and asked my consent to his proposing marriage to her.
I am not, at present, inclined to oppose their engagement if the young woman is willing to engage herself.
But I would have to make it a condition of my consent that she did not remain at Chesney Wold.
Not remain at Chesney Wold? I don't understand you, sir.
Mr Rouncewell, pray explain what you mean.
Willingly, Lady Dedlock.
My wife and I were plainly brought up, but we have risen in the world and we have been able to educate our son and his sisters well.
Very well.
Now, unequal marriages are not so rare in our world.
The son of a factory owner may fall in love with a young woman who works in that factory.
Mr Rouncewell, do you draw a parallel between Chesney Wold and a factory? I agree the places are different, but I think the parallel may be justly drawn.
Are you aware, sir, that this young woman, whom my Lady, my Lady, has placed near her person, was educated here? Was brought up at the village school just outside the very gates of this house? And brought up very well, I'm sure, as far as that goes.
Mr Rouncewell.
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My Lady, permit me one moment.
Mr Rouncewell, our views on duty, and our views on station, and our views on education, in short, all our views are so diametrically opposed that to prolong this discussion would be repellent to your feelings and would be repellent to mine.
This young woman is honoured with my Lady's notice and favour, but if she wishes to withdraw, she is at liberty to do so.
We are obliged to you for the plainness with which you have spoken.
Now let us leave the subject.
Sir Leicester, Lady Dedlock.
I thank you for your attention.
I shall very strongly recommend my son to conquer his present inclinations.
Good day.
He's an obstinate fellow that Sergeant George.
Obstinate? He's a veritable brimstone beast.
I'd like to tear his head off.
I'd like to smash him to pieces.
You try to do the man a favour, he spits in your eye.
His position is vulnerable.
I'll call in his debts.
I'll lay possession on his shooting gallery.
I'll have him in the debtors' prison.
Not yet, I think.
Watch and wait, Mr Smallweed.
That's what I've learnt at law, and it's served me well.
Mr George may yet see reason.
Let him reflect a while.
He owes me money! I'd like to squeeze it out of him like blood out of an orange.
And I would if I had the strength.
He has the strength and the passion, I believe.
Is he a man of violence, Smallweed? Man of violence? It's his profession, Mr Tulkinghorn.
He's a past master in it.
Then let's not put it to the test, not yet.
I believe I've been put in a hard spot, Phil.
Those two, they could break me, between 'em.
Not them.
Ain't no-one could break you, guv'nor.
They could put me on the street, and they're hard enough to do it.
And if I was on the street, so would you be, Phil.
Been on the street before, guv'nor.
You don't wanna go back there.
I don't wanna put you back there.
If I were just to do what they say.
But it's a matter of honour, Phil.
This old place, it's all we know, ain't it? And it's all we've got in the world.
That's about it, guv'nor.
I won't see you on the street, Phil.
I made you a promise a long time ago, and I'll never go back on it.
They've put me in a hard place.
A very hard place.
I'll make you out one day, I will.
DOOR OPENS Who's that? It's me, Mr Krook.
It's Guppy, at your service.
Kenge and Carboys? The very same.
You can put that away, Mr Krook.
What d'you think I've got here? The two and sixpenny.
You're half pickled already, ain't you? Well, let's make a proper job of it.
Take drop y'self? Er, not on this occasion, Mr Krook.
Bit rich for my blood.
Barbary.
That's what you're after.
Here.
Miss Barbary.
Mr Krook.
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I don't believe it.
Miss Barbary was the lady who brought up Miss Esther Summerson.
Ah! Not that one.
That one Lady Dedlock now.
Must be another one.
Well, they must be related.
Mr Krook, you see what I'm saying here? Miss Esther Summerson, my angel, Mr Krook, may be related to Lady Dedlock herself, however distant, and thus might have a claim in Jarndyce and Jarndyce.
This two and sixpenny - first class.
You should try it, young man from Kenge 'n' Carboys.
Ever hear the name of Hawdon, Mr Krook? Hawdon? I have.
What's it gotta do with? It's just I heard the other day Miss Esther Summerson.
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Your angel.
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was previously known as Esther Hawdon.
Hawdon? Here, I could show you a thing.
Look here.
These belonged to my lodger, Nemo.
Captain Hawdon - he really was.
Ah, eh.
Don't touch.
What think, eh? Worth? A lot? I keep 'em all.
I keep 'em all.
Hawdon.
Yeah, but smell.
Smells of ladies.
Love letters.
No.
Not look, smell.
You're a close one, Mr Krook.
Come to me, child.
Come here.
Tell me the truth.
Are you in love, Rosa? Oh, m'lady.
Is it Mr Rouncewell's son? Yes.
But I don't know that I'm in love with him.
Yet.
Yet? I did think that he liked me.
Forgive me, m'lady.
I'm not angry with you, Rosa.
You know I like to have you near me.
Thank you, m'lady.
You would not want to leave me so soon, would you? Even for a lover? Oh, no, m'lady.
Good.
Now, I have been thinking of spending some time in our London house.
Should you like to come with us? Oh, yes, m'lady.
Then you shall.
Miss Esther Summerson.
Esther Hawdon.
Nemo, the law-writer.
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known as Captain Hawdon.
First Miss Barbary.
Second Miss Barbary.
Lady Dedlock.
DOOR CLOSES My dear.
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Lady Dedlock.
Oh.
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bother! Richard likes his fellow officers very much, he says.
There is a good deal of gaming, in which he does not join.
Perhaps life will be the making of him.
If you please, sir - Mrs Woodcourt.
Mrs Woodcourt? (Perhaps she has some news.
) Mr Jarndyce, you must think this is very strange, but I will tell you how it is.
My son Allan particularly wished to be remembered to you all.
Of course, Mr Woodcourt, the physician.
As I was in the neighbourhood, I thought I'd come and introduce myself.
An excellent thought.
Delighted to make your acquaintance.
These young ladies, I suppose, are Miss Ada Clare and Miss Esther Summerson.
Which is which, may I ask? This is Miss Clare and this is Miss Summerson.
Miss Clare .
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Miss Summerson.
Yes, I see.
Well, very nice.
Miss Summerson, I don't suppose you will have heard of Morgan ap-Kerrig? No, Mrs Woodcourt.
I'm sorry, but I haven't.
A very great hero of our country.
He's mentioned in the Mabinogion.
And we are descended in the direct line.
My son, Allan, wherever he goes, he will always remember his pedigree.
There's a lot of young ladies all over the world who would dearly love to catch a husband who was descended from the line of Morgan ap-Kerrig.
Catch him with money, you know.
But he won't be caught, not with money or beauty, or anything else, because birth must always be the first consideration.
Is he well, Mrs Woodcourt? And in good spirits? Very well, thank you.
Sea-sickness has never troubled the seed of Morgan ap-Kerrig.
Might I ask, Miss Summerson, what your family was? I never knew my mother or my father, Mrs Woodcourt.
No? Well.
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I dare say there's a good deal of that goes on.
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in England.
COUGHING COUGHING CONTINUES Jo, is that you? Jenny? Oh, Jo, you're not right.
Just catch my breath.
All right in a tick.
You'll not be right here, Jo.
None of us will.
The fever's everywhere.
I'm going back to the country.
We'll set off tomorrow morning, first thing.
A bit of country air, Jo.
That'll see you right.
'The boy's harmless enough, in my view, Mr.
Tulkinghorn.
' In himself, perhaps, but he knows things that he should not know.
There is a danger that he might talk to people.
The reputation of a great family's at stake here, Inspector.
Can't arrest him for knowing too much, Mr Tulkinghorn.
Well, of course not.
But you could keep an eye on him, perhaps, as a favour to me.
Make sure he keeps with his own kind, out of harm's way.
That's all I mean.
Well, I think that could be arranged, Mr Tulkinghorn.
I am obliged to you, Mr Bucket.
Letter for Guppy.
Letter for Guppy.
Give it 'ere.
"Private and Confidential.
" Ain't we the swell? Ow! What is it, Guppy? Never you mind.
Out of it.
'Ere y'are, sharp! Miss, it's so good of you to come.
I came as soon as I heard.
Is this the poor boy? No.
He looks fevered.
No, no, don't let her take me.
Come on, Jo.
Don't mind him, ma'am, he'll soon come back to his 'ead.
Don't let her come near.
She won't hurt you, Jo.
Let's get you in a chair.
Come on.
You're all mixed up, cos you've got fever.
We should take him home with us, where he can be cared for, Charley.
Will you come with us, Jo? You're not the other lady.
No, I see now.
She was very like, but not so young.
Tradesmen round the back.
Ah, Mr Guppy of Kenge and Carboys, to see Lady Dedlock on a matter of private business.
Step inside, sir.
My dear Lady Dedlock.
Lady Dedlock.
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My Lady.
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Oh! Mr Guppy? Of Kenge and Carboys, m'lady.
But acting, in this instance, on his own initiative.
Will you sit down, Mr Guppy? Oh, thank you, m'lady.
If you'll excuse me, I find it more natural to be on my legs on such an occasion.
All right, Mr Guppy.
Say what you have to say, if you please.
With Your Ladyship's permission, then.
Er, I'm not aware whether Your Ladyship ever happened to hear of, or to see, a young lady by the name of Miss Esther Summerson? I saw a young lady of that name not long ago.
Miss Esther Summerson.
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is my angel.
I have vowed to do everything in my power to advance her interest.
Now, there is a mystery about her birth.
If I could make any connection with Your Ladyship's family, then she might have a right to be a party in Jarndyce and Jarndyce.
And if I could establish that, she might look upon my proposals with more favour than she has exactly done as yet.
I see.
Go on.
Er, I have, um, met the former servant of the lady who brought up Miss Esther Summerson.
Her mistress was a Miss Barbary.
And Miss Barbary being your maiden name, I imagined there might be some connection with Your Ladyship's family.
Possibly, yes.
Very good.
Er, now.
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this Miss Barbary was very close, but on one occasion she seems to have confided in my client, and on this occasion she volunteered that the little girl's real name was not Esther Summerson but Esther Hawdon.
Oh, my God.
Er, Your Ladyship is acquainted with the name of Hawdon? I have heard it.
Now, I come to the last point in the case, as far as I have got it up.
There was a law writer, known as Nemo, who died not long ago in the house of a man named Krook.
Now I have discovered, very lately, that this law-writer's real name was Hawdon.
It was supposed, Your Ladyship, that he left nothing behind him which to identify him.
But he did.
He left behind him a bundle of letters, tied up with a ribbon.
Who has them? The man called Krook, Your Ladyship.
But.
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I'm pretty sure I could get hold of them and bring them to Your Ladyship, in strict confidence, if Your Ladyship wishes me to.
Your Ladyship is not very encouraging, upon my honour.
You may bring them, if you please.
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Mr Guppy.
Say no more, m'lady.
It shall be done.
I wish Your Ladyship good day.
Mmm.
She lived.
This is a sorrowful case.
What do you say, Harold? You had better turn him out.
Turn him out? Be cross with me, if I deserve it, but I have a constitutional objection to this kind of thing, you know.
I always did when I was a medical man.
He's, er.
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he's not safe, you know.
There's a very bad sort of fever about him.
What is he to do, then? Well, upon my life.
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I've not the least idea.
I am but a child, you know? Yes, and I believe there's not such another child on earth as yourself.
There's a bed in the loft room.
He can sleep there tonight.
Tomorrow we can arrange for him to be taken into a fever hospital.
Very unwise.
You can't recommend anything for the boy, I suppose? ! My dear Jarndyce.
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I observed a bottle of cooling medicine in his pocket.
It's impossible for him to do better than to take it.
Tell them to sprinkle some vinegar about the place where he sleeps to keep it moderately cool and him moderately warm.
But it is my considered opinion that you are very unwise in giving him house room at all.
Thank you.
All right there, Jo.
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Let's see what we can do for you.
All right.
Thank you, Miss.
You're very good to me.
I'm sorry I thought you were the other lady.
Never mind, Jo.
You sleep now.
Better tomorrow.
Thank you, Charley.
You get to bed yourself now, Miss.
We've got him nicely settled.
Miss.
Miss.
Oh, Miss.
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What? What is it, Charley? ! Oh, no, he's not.
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No, Miss.
What, then? He's gone.
Gone? Gone clean off.
He's not there.
I've looked all over.
He's gone.